Mobb Deep — Reach

[Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, however do u want, however do you need P My Mobb bring it back to life, back to reality You walk a fine line playin' wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety-five, wit demo raw raps is knives To skin all ya’ll cats alive Take your time don’t rush the clock, Infamous rock for good now Pass like my duns on lock holdin' the pot down slow But assuringly, spoon-feeding these Starvin' ass heads catchin' shakes, feenishly I ball in this, word assortin' this, probably recording this Of course kids keepin' they sights upon this Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click You get charged wit intent to kick that bullshhh Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh [Chorus: Chinky, Prodigy] My kind of dunns'll be the ones that'll clap at you Yeah, that's how it's going down, so what's the drill now, do it We'll reach out and touch anyone tryna act brand-new Don't even go that route, throw on your running shoes and make moves [Verse 2: Havoc] Yo, for my QBC duns, it’s all real, we hold it down You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny thinkin' You never catch me sleepin', stay on top of this properly I know they watchin' me, if not they probably waitin' for a downfall Scheming on my property, we got the remedy Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke Hit 'em where we blow and don’t let nobody know Theres snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you movin', son Shots get loaded, don’t ever run wit' the crowd, son Stick and move, you hear me? And that’s the way we rock it The only way to live, if you really think about it Every move is humble wit' precision, careful thought decisions And my whole cli-tique the same vision 41st till I dearly depart 'Til then, I’ll be somewhere gettin' bent up in a den Sippin' gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be Something that your not, and that’s not good my friend On a personal, I ain’t even feelin' you cats Don’t even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps We bust gats at, on the reg' laugh at Son, you know we passed that Get 'em outta here, 'cause you could have that [Verse 3: Prodigy] Four pounds, stumbled off grounds Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin' guns You could run or take the window, son Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun Without a fight' thump, we keep the house dope like piefienies We twist and pop Henny, gettin' wet on the daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin' macks fully Now they bandin', court rehanded and got remanded, faught A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V And send me up a hub to a state facilities What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf Or wait until my time served and get released Cool, back on the streets I seen some old drama I still hold heat to send your ass straight to trauma These kids started to drilling like they ready and willing I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings Pulled out, told my man, "look out" Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top Hours of thinkin' about how I'mma tip they ass up out the basket Belligerent glass heads, I’m bashing No knowledge of the man nor his action Class now is in session, “Soldiers boys, today’s aim is: Never show your heat And don’t flame it” You playin' life, wit a man who lives by the sword And dies naturally against all karma and laws What, speed on and get peed on [Verse 4: Chinky, Prodigy] You wanna take the chance I see it on your face Do you think dunn hold it down son? Boy don't be afraid You made a sudden move And my crew backed yours right down 41st side got the got the answer We the most Infamous Mobb around The heat goes up, the heat dies down It's hot like Hell On Earth over here on this side of town QBC in it, be in it The jakes ride up, the D's just bounce And in between we gotta get to screamin' at fiends all around My money y'all, word up, word up [Chorus: Chinky, Prodigy] And my kind of dunns'll be the ones that'll clap at you Blastin' at you son, what up? We'll reach out and touch anyone tryna act brand-new Get splashed too, what, what And my kind of dunns'll be the ones that'll clap at you